So, it's funny reading past entries because part of me wants to believe that I have grown as a person and I understand the world a little bit more than the year before but who am I kidding? I'm full of shit; I understand nothing.
Always afraid because no matter what, she’d splash on every one because the ballon was too big to only explode on a single person after having accumulated so much water. Her anger would still slip and fall onto me somehow.
TThe audience lost it.When one of them yanked his pants up for the biggest wedgie ever and _rip_ his pants snapped back and everyone in the whole tent saw his bright pink underwear with little hearts on them.
hipped cream in his hair, down his shirt, in his ears.
Photographers of Threads Just took some time to really look back through my archive and think about everything I’ve done. I’m proud of myself dude. Long way to go but I’m proud of all the shit I’ve created over the years. Thanks for supporting me 🖤